Your Love is It Real?

In this mess I feel I've sold all your rapture...

the snowballs you captured, the glass in your hair.

You did your best to keep our photos with captions...

like coming attractions, to a carnival fair.

They might you like you better

if maybe you made that stranger feel...

your love isn't real, your love isn't real.

The minute you could hear the sound of them swarming...

your eyes gave no warning

unmasked in the air.

Oh is it really me in here on the axis?

Or do we have to practice

through parades and parades and parades and parades and charades and charades

In marvelous fashion, we loved how you made those strangers feel...

your love isn't real.

They might you like you better,

if baby you made them disappear.

Your love isn't real.

Your love isn't real.

Your love is it real?

Your love isn't real.

Your love is it real?